The Forest Annoying detective and his client Chapter 1

The middle of the forest was too dark and creepy. Even the wind smells like blood.

A small girl starts to walk towards it. her clothes are rotten. Her body is wounded. Her Arm is bleeding. Her eyes feel with tears. Her heart is aching with fear. She tries to scream. But no voice came out from her dry lips. She was hungry. Her body is hurting.

She stares at the darkness. What is happening to her? why is she here in the first place? why is she alone?

But she is not just alone. She can see a lifeless women in front of her.

...

Sherlock sat next to his Microscope. He keeps his eyes on it. his mind is getting so slow. His table and the apartment is a huge mess. His freezer is filled with human body parts. But still, he is board. He has no crime to investigate. It's been two weeks' sines the last time he left the apartment. He doesn't know anything about the outside world. And he doesn't care at all. He is angry.

The most upsetting reason he gets angry is John. A few days ago John suddenly decides to go back to his old place with his baby Rosamund. Sherlock hate's that. John thought it was the best thing he can do to his daughter. He even brought a Nanny to look after her. Every morning John is leaving to St Bart's and coming back around 9 pm. After that, he is leaving back to his own house.

"Oh look at your sad face dear" he heard Mrs. Hudson's voice.

But he ignores it. this morning John beg her to come and clean their apartment. But Mrs. Hudson reminds him that she is not their housekeeper.

"Sherlock are you alright," The old lady asks and holds his shoulder.

"MMM," he replies.

"Oh, I understand dear. You are worried because John is leaving every morning"

"MMMM" he replies annoyingly.

He hates when someone reminds him of John. But he would never yell Mrs. Hudson. He always respects the old women.

"I know how you feel. I felt the same way to ones" she said sadly

"When your friend leaves?" Sherlock asks with sudden interest.

"Oh nooo, when my husband leaves," she said.

Sherlock rolls his eyes.

"Do you need some tea dearie" she finally asks before leaving his Apartment.

Sherlock waits until Mrs. Hudson leaves the apartment. He picks up the slide he keeps on his Microscope. He threw it towards John chair. It flew and hit the Balloon.

"POP" It pops. Sherlock smiles at it.

He keeps his eyes back on the microscope while changing a new slide.

"TRRRRRRnnngggg"

at the same time, he heard the bell rang. He growls in anger. That's not John. It's still 3 pm. it cant be John at all. But sudden excitement takes over his brain. Maybe it's a client. Finally,

He jumps out from his chair and ran towards the window. He saw a girl around 25 or 27 years old. She is nervously standing in front of the door in silence until Mrs. Hudson opens the front door.

"Mrs. Hudson" Sherlock screams. Why can't you open the door? What if it is a client?"

"Don't you dare scream at me, young man." He heard a reply from downstairs.

Mrs. Hudson Opens the door.

Sherlock heard someone is stepping into the house. He was right. It is a client. he listens well. he heard her voice. But he didn't understand a thing. she is too much polite for a client with an urgent matter. Sherlock exhales a huge berth. His excitement starts to fade as soon as he heard the way his client climbed the staircase.

It has to be a boring woman with a boring case. That's why she walks slowly.

"Ohh Sherlock yohooo" He heard Mrs. Hudson screamed from downstairs.. "It's a client"

Sherlock waits patiently until his client arrives. Why is she walking so slowly? He is sure that there is nothing wrong with her legs. This only proves that his client s matter is going to be another boring matter.

He heard a small knocking on his apartment door.

"Oh Sherlock, this young lady is here to see you," Mrs. Hudson said and point at the girl who just steps in.

She smiles with him. But he didn't return any emotion towards her. Mrs. Hudson tries to say something to him. but he didn't get it at all.

Sherlock stares at the girl. she reminds him of someone. but who. he had seen her some ware.

She is a quiet pretty girl with a long wavy brown hair. And he was right. From her body, he can tell her age. She is around 27. She is wearing a long sleeve blouse and a white bell bottom pants.

She looks so pretty. He can read her like an open book. Her hands belonging to a musician. Her face belongs to an Artist. Her body is belonging to a Fashion Model. Expect that her body is thin. She seems to be a nice talented girl from outside.

she covers her dark eyes with Mascara. her lips are covers with lipstick.

Sherlock suddenly remembers her. she was ones on a Newes paper article. and that's what Mrs. Hudson trying to tell him.

"The girl who give money to the cancer patients from her modeling business"

Interesting. and that's something anyone can see. Even Anderson can see that. But Sherlock saw something else behind her makeup face.

She is terrified of something. her under eyes are dark. she tries to cover it with Mascara. It means she hasn't sleep quiet well for the past few days. Or maybe years. But why? A bad relationship? No, it can't be.

She looks like she never had a boyfriend before. Sherlock stares at her ring finger. No ring. Hmm but why? she is a model without a boyfriend. Her eyes are red from tears. Then what is it? A bad dream perhaps? He needs to confirm it before getting into her.

Her body is out of healthy. It seems like she doesn't care about eating at all. Her mouth is shaking. She is scared. He stares at her body. Her skin is whiter than normal. That is a sign of scared.

But at the same time, her skin is dark. Why is that?

Sherlock stares at her chain on her neck. The pendant on it is not a normal design for European countries. And that because it belongs to an Asian country. India perhaps.

Sherlock's eyes travel back to her face.

no matter what happens to her. she is pretty good at covering it.

He smirks at her. His glance travel from her head to legs.

"You're from America," he said.

The girl wide her eyes.

"Now Sherlock don't" Mrs. Hudson warn him.

Sherlock glare at the old women. Why everyone stopping him from doing that. Why was that? It is always fun to show off.

"How did you know that Mr. Holmes," the girl asks in surprised.

Sherlock smile at her surprised face.

"Your accent is American. And I can see that you were in India last year. you came to London. A few months ago." Sherlock said proudly.

The girl wide her eyes in surprise.

"Well yes, Mr. Holmes My parents are from America. And I did travel to India.

"Hmm you surprised me," he said. "I can't see anything about a man or a woman in your life," Sherlock said suspiciously.

'Well, Mr. Holmes. I never had a boyfriend before" She said politely.

Sherlock squishes his eyes. Is this even possible? A Pretty girl without a boyfriend. Then what is it.?

"Mr. Holmes may I come in," She asked.

Sherlock wide his eyes. But he points the sofa from his eyes. Mrs. Hudson left them both while closing the door.

The girl looks around the room before sitting on the sofa. She stares at the Skull in the apartment. It frightens her.

She keeps her purse on the small table. Sherlock stares at it. then suddenly he saw it. a recorder.

He glares at her. His anger boiled. But then suddenly something weird comes to his mind. Did someone put that on her purse? he looks back at the girl. It seems like she doesn't know anything about it at all.

The girl's eyes finally stop on Sherlock's. she saw his eyes are traveling around her purse. With a surprise, She did the same. But she hasn't noted anything at all.

"You are?" Suddenly Sherlock asks and sat on his chair.

"Well, Mr. Holmes. I am Samantha Wayne. I saw Dr. Watson's Blog and I read most of your cases"

"Please start to tell me the reason you are here" Sherlock Disturb annoyingly. He can't believe this. She read John's blog. Errrrr another John fan.

Samantha stare at Sherlock' s face

Samantha POV

Is it me or I really feel like

"I don't want to listen to your boring story" in his face.

Sherlock Holmes looks different than his Photos. He looks nice with that babyish curly hair. But his eyes are so cold. I can see a small glare on his seems like he doesn't trust me at all. But there was no other choice. He was right about everything he says. I still don't understand about the way he discovers about me.

But at the moment I don't care about the way he finds out.

I never thought that someday I might come here to see him. I never expect my life to be like this. I was a simple girl with thousands of dreams on my mind. I love to travel, I love to dress, I love to play instruments, more importantly, I love my career as a Model. but it seems like I am about to lose them all.

That dream kills me every night. I don't even know the meaning of it. and I don't know the reason I am dreaming about it. but I know one thing. I am going to tell everything to him before I lost my self.

"Mr. Holmes. The reason I am here is because of a dream." I said.

Sherlock Holmes Clap his hands in anger. He glares at me.

"Go and see a doctor," He said and stand.

I wide my eyes in surprise. Did he just ask me to go and see a doctor?

I stand next to him. He opens the door while mentioning me to leave from his Apartment.

"GOOO" He screamed and looked away.

He walks back toward his Microscope.

I stuck in the same place with a huge surprised. What is he saying? I can't leave. I need help and answers. I never expect a horrible response from him.

"I heard that you help Henry," I said and stare at his curly hair. He pretends like he didn't hear me.

"I saw that on Your friend's blog"

Sherlock Holmes Roll his eyes. How annoying. Why can't he just listen to me?

"Mr. Holmes..."

"Enough..." He said finally looking straight at me. "this is Baker Street; I know that you know about me helping Henry, and there was a reason. That day I was bored. And today I am still board. And I can feel like your problem is going to make me more board. And now if you excuse me. I have a Bacteria on my slide, that need my attention" He said like a wind.

I stare at his face with a surprised. That reason is so stupid.

Sherlock Holmes keep his eyes back on his Microscope. I glare at him for the first time. I can't believe this. My whole life is in danger the way I think. And this man is making it creepier.

"Fine" I pick up my bag and walk toward the door.

Sherlock POV

I wait until she leaves the front door. I ran towards the window and stare at her. Good, no one is following her. I exhale a huge berth. What kind of dream is she talking about? And more importantly, didn't she know that someone fixes a small recorder in her purse. From her facial expressions, I can say that she didn't know about it at all. There is something big is dancing around her.

I unlock my phone. I need to call gorge Lestrade. I diel the number while staring at the girl. Hmm, no one is following her.

"Hello"

"Gorge I need help"

"IT GREG" he screamed. I roll my eyes.

"whatever I need some help"

Samantha POV

My eyes start to get watery because of anger. How dare Sherlock Holmes is. How dare he said my problem is so boring without hearing what it is. He is so annoying. I can't believe I trust that blog of his short friend. Errrr

I walk on the road without thinking where I am going. Then suddenly something hit on my body. I scream and fell down to the floor. My purse flew to the sky. My face turns red. Dammit.

"Sorry miss I...a... was hurrying to school" I heard a small voice.

I glare at the boy who hit on my body. Did he mean School? It's 3.30 and what is he talking about.

"Your Purse Miss," He said and pass my Purse to me.

I slowly stand and took that from his hand. He starts to run. I open my purse to check the money in it. thank god it's still there.

"Stupid boy."

I stare back at Baker Street. I was so stupid. I shouldn't have come here. It's just a huge waste of time. I think it's better if I go home and have a nice hot bath to cool me down.

I look around to find a cab. And at the same moment, a one arrived. I stop it and climb into it.

"to the train station," I said.

"Stupid Sherlock Holmes," I said again.

"well, a lot of people say that to me" Suddenly I heard a familiar voice of Sherlock Holmes in the Driving Seat. I look at the front in Mirror with a surprise. Sherlock Holmes wink at me and stare back at the road.

Sorry about Grammer. see you guys soon.